#weskerfield

[acapelladitty]

still on the chrisker train 😩 something about wesker snatching a cigarette from chris to try and understand what the fuck it is about smoking that he enjoys (and also to taste him) is making my brain go brrrrrrrrr

[wind-1317]

Who's that?

[sweetfrostbitekisses]

2025 VS 2023 !!

Guilty pleasure of mine will always be chrisker..

[catelogue-of-fear]

I'm not as into Resident Evil as I am in other things, but I still feel deeply that Albert Wesker and Chris Redfield should have fucked up gay sex.

[bdsmchan]

Insane, unsafe and nonconsensual 24/7 XD Happy World BDSM Day, July 24, 2024! 🖤🖤🖤

Ух, вот это я мощна *^*

[where-hounds-go]

P30 CHRIS R.

I think we don’t talk enough about P30 Chris Redfield at all. Thinking of how weak Chris would be after the fall because come on.. look at how far Jill and Wesker originally fell. Might make a part 2?

Chris winced as Wesker dragged him onto an operating table, immediately being blinded by the lights from above. Was this heaven? Surely not because he could feel cold steel against his bare back. As Wesker strayed away from the operating table, Chris weakly glanced around, trying to make out his surroundings. He already had connected the dots that he was in some type of operating room but seeing blonde hair made the alarms in his head go off. “No…”

A frightened noise left Chris as he sat up too fast, moving his legs to attempt to get off the table only to collapse onto the cold floor. It had been a long while since he'd been awake and free to move his legs. Even with his legs nearly healed, they still had a slight ache to them from the fall. As Chris sat on the floor, grasping onto the table to try and help himself up Wesker crept around the table. “Your legs have yet to fully recover, Chris. You can’t possibly be ready to make the process longer.”

Chris blinked rapidly up at Wesker and then shook his head. Wesker interpreted that as Chris trying to fix his focus onto him or as an actual response. “Make this easier for the both of us and remain on the table.”

Wesker instructed and assisted Chris back onto the table regardless of how Chris attempted to pull out of his grasp. Chris was a blind puppy whose eyes had yet to fully open, his limbs still too weak so he was limited to simply wobbling around with support. “What are you… going to do to me?”

Chris asked hoarsely. Wesker looked towards the brunette and then grasped his jaw, tilting his head up so that Chris was looking directly at him.

“Improve you.” Chris wrapped his hands around Wesker’s arm, trying to pull him away but as Chris used all the strength he could his arm trembled.

“You should be grateful, Chris. I was the one who provided you with such generous hospitality, and provided you with a place to stay where you have been well taken care of.” Wesker watched Chris’ miserable attempt to free himself and once Wesker let go of his chin, the brunette’s head drooped.

“Let me go,” Chris grumbled and Wesker shook his head. How could he let Chris slip through his fingers now that he finally had him? Wesker would not let this opportunity go to waste. Chris was a strong man, even without having a virus pumped into him. All Wesker would need to do to turn Chris into the best version of himself was attach the P30 device to his chest. Chris should be grateful! Those muscles would be put to greater use.

“I cannot. You’re valuable to me, Chris, and always have been. Now, I’m going to attach this,” A red circular device found itself in Wesker’s grasp, and he shook it to get Chris’ attention. “To you. You’ll come to see what you’re truly capable of.” Wesker approached Chris who tried to push him away. That was until he felt something sharp pierce his arm and the grasp of another scientist on him. Before Chris knew it, he was out like a dog.

[alkalische]

their dynamic in my head

[weskers-master]

Chris, in the mansion: I don’t think we can mansplain manipulate manwhore our way out of this one guys…

Wesker: Manslaughter it is then.